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Nat and her dad.
Reading through the new storyline once more, his eyes widened in disbelief. He had read it through enough times that it should start to register as the truth, but he still couldn't believe they were doing it. It made no sense. Everyone knew he hated Nat, and she hated him, why the hell were they pushing a romance? He couldn't help but wonder if Vince was punishing him for some imagined slight. He slammed the locker shut, continuing to rant as Matt looked on, bored.
"Man," He moaned, his face contorted into a painful grimace. "She'd be vindictive too, she'll make the most of it. Make it as agonising for me as possible."
Matt tried not to smile, focusing on the floor. He had a hard time listening to his brothers snide comments about Nat at the best of times, since she did not seem to him to be the Devil Incarnate that Jeff always made her out to be. But there could be something he wasn't seeing. However, hearing Jeff let loose with a barrage of insults caused him to finally speak up.
"Dude!" He shouted, holding his hands up to silence Jeff. "Enough, ok? Stay away from her then, do your thing with her on screen, suck it up, then be on your merry way."
"Are you saying…?" Jeff asked, accusingly. Matt interrupted him, knowing what he was about to say.
"I'm saying that for someone who hates her so damn much, you let her occupy an awful lot of your time! Quit with the bitching, would you?"
Jeff just paused, his features twisted in an expression of confusion. Then his eyes widened, and he glared down at Matt, furious. "Are you taking her side?" He yelled. Matt stood, sighing with frustration.
"You know, I really don't care. Sort the shit out yourself." He left Jeff standing in the locker room alone, wearing nothing but an infuriated scowl on his handsome face.
"Honey, get over yourself." Natalie said, frustration and boredom evident in her tone. "I love this whole set up as much as you."
"Yes, I'm sure you do." Jeff replied. They were headed down to the rec. room, where their scenes were to be shot. Nat had an awful feeling of nausea and apprehension as they approached the room, much the same as the feeling she got in a doctor's office, waiting for an injection, or other unpleasant procedures.
They reached the room, and got into position, not more than a meter apart.
"Love, people! I see no love!" The cameraman yelled. Nat's expression softened, and she gazed into Jeff's eyes adoringly. "I swear on all that is good and pure," She murmured, loving smile firmly in place. "You stick your tongue anywhere near my mouth, I will not hesitate to bite it off."
He gazed back at her, smiling sweetly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face. "If I stick my tongue in your mouth," He replied, his voice tender and sweet. "I'll bite it off myself."
The sparks were flying from the screen, Stephanie McMahon thought with a giddy grin. Who knew all that hate and animosity would produce such amazing chemistry? Ok, she knew, which is why she wrote the storyline in the first place. She had more in store for the pair than that, she just had to fine tune it before she put part two into action. When, and she was sure it was a 'when', not an 'if', they finally turned all their hostility into good old fashioned passion and lust, Steph knew the effects would be felt the world over. She patted herself on the back for a job well done, and headed out the door to find Nat.
"Oh, Jesus!" Steph heard Nat cry from the rec. room, and she paused to listen. "Just fuck off already!"
Jeff stormed from the room, almost running into Steph.
"Hey Jeff." She smiled sweetly.
"Steph." He replied curtly, continuing down the hall. She arched an amused eyebrow at his disappearing figure, then headed into the rec. room, to find Nat facing the door, hands on hips in anger and disbelief.
"That asshole!" She cried, throwing her hands up. She reached behind the table, and pulled up her handbag. Striding to the door, with Steph following, amused, she kept on ranting. "If he gets any further up himself, we're gonna have to call in a proctologist."
"Oh, he's not that bad." Steph replied. "You two just got off on the wrong foot." She placed an arm around Nat's shoulder. "Come on, facials and manicures on me."
"Yay!" Nat replied, feeling better suddenly as they headed for the car park. "But you know, if I see your dad in the next few hours, I'll kill him for this whole story line."
"Yes." Steph said, cautiously. "Devious old bastard." She shot a quick look at Nat, smiling nervously. 'Oh boy.' She thought, trying to stop from laughing. 'She's going to kill me. Just as long as she realises that in the end, it's all for their own good.'
Reading through the new storyline once more, his eyes widened in disbelief. He had read it through enough times that it should start to register as the truth, but he still couldn't believe they were doing it. It made no sense. Everyone knew he hated Nat, and she hated him, why the hell were they pushing a romance? He couldn't help but wonder if Vince was punishing him for some imagined slight. He slammed the locker shut, continuing to rant as Matt looked on, bored.
"Man," He moaned, his face contorted into a painful grimace. "She'd be vindictive too, she'll make the most of it. Make it as agonising for me as possible."
Matt tried not to smile, focusing on the floor. He had a hard time listening to his brothers snide comments about Nat at the best of times, since she did not seem to him to be the Devil Incarnate that Jeff always made her out to be. But there could be something he wasn't seeing. However, hearing Jeff let loose with a barrage of insults caused him to finally speak up.
"Dude!" He shouted, holding his hands up to silence Jeff. "Enough, ok? Stay away from her then, do your thing with her on screen, suck it up, then be on your merry way."
"Are you saying…?" Jeff asked, accusingly. Matt interrupted him, knowing what he was about to say.
"I'm saying that for someone who hates her so damn much, you let her occupy an awful lot of your time! Quit with the bitching, would you?"
Jeff just paused, his features twisted in an expression of confusion. Then his eyes widened, and he glared down at Matt, furious. "Are you taking her side?" He yelled. Matt stood, sighing with frustration.
"You know, I really don't care. Sort the shit out yourself." He left Jeff standing in the locker room alone, wearing nothing but an infuriated scowl on his handsome face.
"Honey, get over yourself." Natalie said, frustration and boredom evident in her tone. "I love this whole set up as much as you."
"Yes, I'm sure you do." Jeff replied. They were headed down to the rec. room, where their scenes were to be shot. Nat had an awful feeling of nausea and apprehension as they approached the room, much the same as the feeling she got in a doctor's office, waiting for an injection, or other unpleasant procedures.
They reached the room, and got into position, not more than a meter apart.
"Love, people! I see no love!" The cameraman yelled. Nat's expression softened, and she gazed into Jeff's eyes adoringly. "I swear on all that is good and pure," She murmured, loving smile firmly in place. "You stick your tongue anywhere near my mouth, I will not hesitate to bite it off."
He gazed back at her, smiling sweetly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face. "If I stick my tongue in your mouth," He replied, his voice tender and sweet. "I'll bite it off myself."
The sparks were flying from the screen, Stephanie McMahon thought with a giddy grin. Who knew all that hate and animosity would produce such amazing chemistry? Ok, she knew, which is why she wrote the storyline in the first place. She had more in store for the pair than that, she just had to fine tune it before she put part two into action. When, and she was sure it was a 'when', not an 'if', they finally turned all their hostility into good old fashioned passion and lust, Steph knew the effects would be felt the world over. She patted herself on the back for a job well done, and headed out the door to find Nat.
"Oh, Jesus!" Steph heard Nat cry from the rec. room, and she paused to listen. "Just fuck off already!"
Jeff stormed from the room, almost running into Steph.
"Hey Jeff." She smiled sweetly.
"Steph." He replied curtly, continuing down the hall. She arched an amused eyebrow at his disappearing figure, then headed into the rec. room, to find Nat facing the door, hands on hips in anger and disbelief.
"That asshole!" She cried, throwing her hands up. She reached behind the table, and pulled up her handbag. Striding to the door, with Steph following, amused, she kept on ranting. "If he gets any further up himself, we're gonna have to call in a proctologist."
"Oh, he's not that bad." Steph replied. "You two just got off on the wrong foot." She placed an arm around Nat's shoulder. "Come on, facials and manicures on me."
"Yay!" Nat replied, feeling better suddenly as they headed for the car park. "But you know, if I see your dad in the next few hours, I'll kill him for this whole story line."
"Yes." Steph said, cautiously. "Devious old bastard." She shot a quick look at Nat, smiling nervously. 'Oh boy.' She thought, trying to stop from laughing. 'She's going to kill me. Just as long as she realises that in the end, it's all for their own good.'